The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

Overly Persuasive A Woman's Ordinance Spreads Far, Traveling Fast; But Fast Dying A Rumor Voiced By A Woman Perishes.

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.